Hey guys,
It took me a couple of days before I was able to write about my last trip and the reason is that this time, for the first time, I almost shat my pants. Apologies from now if this is too long a text but I wanted to offer a proper report.
A little bit of context: 2cb tabs power user (I don’t even count how many I (can) flip in) and newbie with HCl. First trip on HCl years ago was a disaster (I didn’t even know the fuck I had snorted), the 2nd ever went amazing (0.05, report much below), on my 3rd I puked my soul out as I was having bad digestion for a start (and I knew it, so silly me) and then this one. In between blissful and scary as fuck.
Sunday morning I wake up from a 4 hours nap and decide to give a go to my fav substance, this time enjoying the company of my man. I weigh 2 lines at 0.04 each, he has the first and I follow immediately. I didn’t even have it all.
10 minutes later, I’m cursing having had a small coffee as I puke it in the bin (my own fart caused me vomit and I think it’s really the only funny thing at that moment). Opposite to the previous time, I’m immediately not able to even clean around but just a little. So I crawl back to bed, boyfriend has also just took off to the hyperspace but still worrying that I feel ok.
Visuals are strong as fuck and I cannot even see whatever is around me, all looks like bismuth, in colors and shapes… I start to have serious difficulties understanding what I hear and my whole body has become subject to many different nervous tics.
I realize the trip is going to be massive and of bigger proportions that I’ve ever experienced.
I try to get rid of this thought as I don’t want it to condition how my trip will go however reality is I’m so fucked up. With my boyfriend sending hints from hyperspace, we start to make out and all the rest and while we do, all kind of weird imagery comes to mind, to a level that I’ve only known with LSD or Salvia Divinorum but never with 2cb (yet); I see we are in a very popular shopping street and dressed like we’re in a sort of a fetish circus and people passing by want to buy him; then this changes into me being naked in a store display (I was naked) after which I start inspecting the curtains of my bedroom to see if anything could be seen from outside.
Then there’s this thing that happens when I have sex on 2cb: my partner’s cock becomes the center of the universe. That doesn’t happen with any part of my own body but only with this specific part of his. I see us making love in terms of colours, numbers and shapes that revolve around us and for a moment we’re not simple people anymore but clearly two gods enjoying one another. When he comes in me, I see a ray of green light being shot from my body into the universe and for fuck’ sake, I have never experienced anything similar in my life!
It feels like it’s taking forever to get to the afterglow stage, I cannot say for how long I’ve been tripping this hard and it doesn’t look like it’ll be over anytime soon. The ghost of the thought that I might have overdone this time plus the consideration: “what if this is the reality I’ll live in for the rest of my life?” is still wandering over my head but truly, it hasn’t let me for a second since I puked hours before.
Following, there’s my best friend messaging me from facebook saying he lost his phone in a cab and that the taxi driver had turned it off. But only after asking him a “reward” if he brought it back.
I clearly reply: “listen, I’m tripping balls, how do you think I can be useful?” “Call my phone, it’s off anyway”.
But it wasn’t. And the taxi driver picks up. And at that point I’m clearly not able to make a distinction between reality and a joke, so I tell him: “I’ll have you called back”. I call my friend thru facebook and ask him: “is everything alright?” (I needed his following answer to set myself back to the real reality, not my own); so he replies “no man, my phone is gone” and naturally I reply: “exactly, so now call the fucking taxi driver as he picked up my call”.
The following 2 hours are spent trying to locate his phone (we share an Apple family), to answer to him, to convince him to call the cops and to convince myself I need to change friends as one cannot expect me to function fully if I’m tripping this way. This whole situation is between funny and ridiculous and it brings me gracefully to an afterglow that would last another good couple of hours. As per the boyfriend: he hadn’t slept and had snorted a considerable amount of coke so I know for a fact that his trip wasn’t as overwhelming as mine.
For the first time in over 10 years use, 2CB has tired me out and scared the shit out of me to a whole new and unknown level. In the process, I discovered how powerful the substance truly is and how one should simply pay the due respect. Tabs are so much more manageable from beginning to end, no matter how many I flip in (and I do). Don’t think this experience will stop me from trying more HCl but it has surely shed a light on how hard it is to get the right dose when snorting. A micrograin I can’t even see can be the difference between a dream trip and a nightmare one.
Thank you guys for reading this and I hope you didn't mind me sharing intimate details :)